There it is again, sweet music on the wind.

It's been cold, wet, and overcast all day today — geez, do you think November's here? It's raining right now, and I'm listening to it fall and playing Jackson Browne's "Going Down to Cuba." It's the most beautiful, mellow song. I let Graycat inside because it's so cold on the stairs, and she and Sable are curled up on the floor with their tails over their noses. I'm about to go curl up in bed myself. Laila tov. (That's right, Rebecca's learned two whole words of Hebrew! Impressive, huh?)

Graycat still doesn't have a real name, although we've considered Zippy, Greasy Sae, and Antoine Dodson. Suggestions?

Here's a link to Going Down to Cuba, for your listening pleasure.